Mr. & Mrs. Potter (Patreon)

Posting both Chapters 1 & 2 together for the sake of continuity!

Content Warnings: Teasing, Bondage, Spanking, Edging, Overstimulation, BJ.

Chapter 1:

"I don't think you should let a reporter see all of this Mr. Potter," Ginny whispered, running her fingers through his unruly hair, frowning slightly as she noticed the strands of gray hair sprouting at the edges of his temple. She often joked that his time with the Aurors had been worth it, turning him from a boy into a man, filling his lanky frame with muscles that were every girl’s dream. Although she wasn’t sure about the changes this promotion was bringing. Her husband worked too hard. He hadn't even hit forty yet.

"Not my fault a reporter is snooping around in my private office Mrs. Potter. Definitely not my fault that my wife is quieter than a cat," Harry whispered, accepting a peck on the cheek as he started to shut the files strewn on his desk. "When'd you get home?"

"Five minutes ago. Just got a new commission from the Daily Prophet," Ginny replied, pushing herself up on his desk, grinning at him. 

"Don't tell me they're trying to get you to pose naked again," Harry muttered, groaning softly.

"Nah, they gave up as soon as you put a ring on it. At least one good thing came from our marriage." Ginny teased, pushing the files towards Harry, as the man stood up, carefully placing each file into the cupboard next to his desk. Her Quidditch days were long over. She doubted any magazine wanted the star chaser of the Holyhead Harpies from three seasons ago to pose for their centerfold, even if she worked hard to maintain her body to the same level of fitness it had been when she was playing.

"So... what is this assignment that's gotten you so excited?" Harry asked, unable to suppress a smile at the cheshire grin on her face.

"I have to write... about you!" Ginny exclaimed, her smile widening as she playfully winked at her husband.

"Me?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow as he placed the last of the parchment into the cupboard.

"You. The Boy-Who-Lived. The youngest Minister of Magic in modern history. They want me to write a story on the secret behind your success. A tell-all." Ginny replied, jumping back down to her feet.

"Ah. I see," Harry said smiling softly as he turned her wife around, pushing her down roughly on the now bare table, his hands grabbing hers and pinning them together behind her back.

It had taken a while for her to coax this side of him out of hiding, but after eight years of marriage, one look, and he knew exactly what she wanted. And right now, all she wanted was to be bent over his desk and railed till she forgot her own name.

"I'm a reporter, Mr. Potter! Words are my weapons. You can tie my hands, but you won't silence me." Ginny said dramatically, closing her eyes as Harry cuffed her hands with the pink fuzzy cuffs she knew he always kept in his drawer.

"And whose fault is that little one? You melted the only ball gag we had. Destroyed a really nice fireplace in the process. Kreacher was upset about it for a week," Harry teased with a smile, his hand pushing under her skirt.

"You were going to gag me after hours of edging. The least you could do was to let me run my mouth while you tortured me." Ginny breathed, trying to suppress a shudder as his hand pushed between her thighs. And the damned man has the gall to complain about the effect I have on him, she thought, pouting.

"I don't HAVE to do anything love. Did you forget the vows we took in private the night before our marriage?" Harry whispered, a hand on her back to keep her pinned against the desk.

"No daddy..." Ginny whispered, closing her eyes as she gave in completely. A few words in the right tone and the brat in her wanted to be his good little kitten. Fuck.

She'd never forget those vows. "I promise to obey and serve to the best of my ability."

"I promise to do everything in my power to keep you happy," Harry whispered, his fingers slowly running over her freckled thighs, tracing patterns on the skin. She wasn't the only one with duties in their relationship, despite what their close friends had thought when they first learned exactly what kind of relationship Harry was into with his wife.

"I promise to never disregard your orders unless it is for your benefit." His fingers were near her knickers now. 'Just stuff my cunt with the damn things', she wanted to scream, writhing on his desk.

"I promise to never ignore you, or let anger interfere with our relationship." He had no intention of being abusive. He was her Dominant, and her well-being was always first in his mind.

"I... Fuck Harry, I've had a long day!" Ginny groaned in desperation, his fingers inches from her pussy, her panties unceremoniously pushed to one side.

"What was that?" Harry whispered, his voice calm and authoritative.

Fuck.

"I... I've had a long day daddy, and I've been craving release..." Ginny replied meekly, acutely aware of his fingers, mere centimeters away from her dripping cunt.

"Is it considered good manners to cuss at your dominant?" Harry asked softly, gently pulling his fingers out of her panties. They never yelled at each other. Communication was key, especially in the kind of relationship they had.

"No sir..." Ginny mumbled, slipping deeper into subspace with every passing second.

"Tell you what, I'll give you a choice little one. You can go to bed without an orgasm tonight, or you can take twenty from the paddle and I'll shag your brains out before I tuck you in for the night," Harry said, a smile forming on his face, as he flipped her skirt up towards her waist, tucking the fabric in its waistband. Thong. Little minx. He already knew what she would choose.

"The paddle," Ginny mumbled, wishing she could just melt into the table.

"What was that little one? I couldn't hear anything." Harry smirked, already moving to pull out the paddle from his cupboard.

You heard me damn well you sod! Ginny screamed internally, biting her lip. Time and a place, time and a place. She'd pay him back for all of this very soon. After all, he wasn't the only one who knew how to tease. "The paddle please, sir," Ginny said calmly, contritely.

"There. That wasn't so hard, was it love?" Harry whispered, rubbing the flawless skin on her perfect arse. It was the best feeling in the world, Harry mused, watching her pert ass jiggle under his hand.

"Please, sir..." Ginny mumbled, having been kept on edge all day. He had woken her up with his dick between her legs only to be interrupted before either of them had gotten off, with orders not to touch herself anytime during the day. It was getting to be too much now.

"Hush little one. Patience. Count them out. You know the rules. If you miss one, we start over," Harry said calmly, tapping her ass with the large black leather paddle, stepping back to give his arm some room.

"So, what do you think is the reason behind my success? What are you going to write?" Harry asked conversationally, bringing the paddle down on her ass without warning, as hard as he could.

"I..." She cried out, jerking forwards on the desk, glad they’d had the foresight to charm his office and every single room on the upper floors of Grimmauld Place to be soundproof as her scream echoed around the room, "One, sir."

"You were saying?" Harry asked, rubbing her pink cheeks with the paddle, before bringing it back down on them, softer this time, making sure to decrease the intensity of his spanks with each subsequent swat. He'd build up the intensity again after the tenth one.

"I... I will write... Two, sir!" She groaned, wishing that her hands were free so she could grab the ends of the table, "That you are the most... Three, sir! The most stubborn man I've ever met... Four, sir! and... and the most hardworking too... Five, six, seven, sir!" She cried out, tears trickling out of the corners of her eyes. Her ass was bright red and burning, and they weren't even halfway to the end.

"Stubborn? Me?" Harry asked with a small chuckle, stopping to give her a break.

"So stubborn. The stubbornest," Ginny mumbled, pouting as she braced herself for the next swat. "Eight, sir! And... And disgustingly reckless... Nine, Sir! Ten, eleven! Twelve, oh Merlin!" Ginny let loose a shrill scream as the last blow landed squarely on her pussy.

"No consideration for your wife... and what will happen to her when you get yourself killed. Vanquish the Dark Lord… become an Auror. Take on every dangerous job in the world, why don’t you?" Ginny whispered, moving her head to rest a cheek onto the wooden desk, closing her eyes and enjoying his cool hands on her burning ass.

"Now little one, that doesn't paint a very nice picture of me..." Harry teased, picking up the paddle to continue her punishment.

"Thirteen!... Maybe... maybe sir, you aren't a very nice man..." Ginny shot back, a dull ache settling into her bones, "Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. Fuck, please, sir! Seventeen!" Ginny cried out, shutting out the rest of the world. Only the paddle existed, and her poor, pert little bum. She'd need to take a cushion to work on Monday. Again.

"Last three. Nearly done. You're my brave little kitten, aren't you?" Harry whispered, pausing for a minute as he pushed her back up on the desk, moving the paddle, aiming for her freckled thighs.

"Eighteen... Nineteen, Twenty!" Ginny cried, weeping with relief as Harry dropped the paddle, rushing to pull the girl into his chest, "I love you, Harry Potter," Ginny whispered, sniffling in his chest. Her knees were jelly, and she was sure her legs would give out any minute.

"I love you, Ginny Potter," Harry whispered back, bending to pick the girl up, bridal style, ensuring that his hands didn't apply any extra pressure on her ass.

"Promise?" Ginny asked, as her husband and the love of her life slowly carried her out of the room.

"Promise. So... Dinner, or straight to bed?" Harry asked, shifting her slightly so the cuffs around her wrist didn't dig into her skin and his.

"Daddy..." Ginny whined, far too deep in subspace to do anything other than whimper. Stupid punishment, she thought, trying to scoot closer to Harry.

"Alright. Bed, and mind-blowing sex," Harry said with a laugh, carrying his wife towards their bedroom, "Kreacher will be disappointed."

Chapter 2:

If he had to pick one feature of his wife that he loved the most, Harry mused, looking at the half-clothed redhead bent over the edge of their bed, it would have to be her ass.

There was something almost hypnotic about it, the two perfectly round cheeks, capping two gorgeous legs. She had always been petite, barely reaching up to his chest, and despite her rare moments of insecurity, it was and had always been the type he went for.

Assets you can grab anytime, as she liked to joke.

He gave her ass a gentle squeeze on his way to the top of the bed, eliciting a quiet groan from the girl.

“Daddy…” she mumbled, wiggling her ass, almost as if enticing him to return his attention to it.

“Patience, my sweet masochist,” Harry replied, pressing the small knob on the nightstand, flipping their headboard to reveal the treasure it concealed. He pulled out her favorite vibrator and a not-so-favorite plug from their collection, walking back to where she lay, bent, face pressed in the bed and her exposed, red ass sticking up.

She wiggled her ass again, groaning softly at the slap her action elicited.

“Nothing better than a hard spanking and a stinging ass to melt away the stress of the day, right, kitten?” He asked, pulling the emerald green thong she wore down her legs.

He smiled at the small trickle of gleaming wetness that was making its way down her right thigh, his hand moving between her legs and pushing them apart.

He pushed the plug between her puffy lips, eliciting another quiet moan from his wife as he rotated it, coating it with her own arousal.

He pulled it out, ignoring her disappointed groan.

“You’re just toying with me now…” she mumbled, trying to push herself up in his direction, almost as if coaxing him to fill her up again with something, anything. “Please, daddy!”

He ignored her pleading, slowly pushing the small black plug into her puckered hole, her pleading giving way to a surprised gasp as her tight hole was stretched when he pushed the plug inside her.

“Green doesn’t suit you little one, so I’ve made a small change,” he said with a smirk, pulling back and looking at the ruby poking out from between her cheeks.

“So full,” Ginny grunted as she shifted, using her now free hand to reach back and feel the cold gem.

“It’s the smallest plug they had,” Harry reminded her, gently pushing her hand out of the way before he moved his palm flat against her wet cunt, gently rubbing it.

“I- oh, merlin!” Even the barest of friction provided by his palm was proving to be too much for the frustrated girl, and she came undone with a loud moan when he pushed his thumb against her clit, massaging the sensitive nub with gentle strokes.

“Thank you, sir,” she whispered once she’d found her voice, her body limp with the force of the orgasm that had torn through her.

His hand on her back stopped her from trying to get up, the slick wetness of her own arousal staining the white blouse.

“We’re just getting started, kitten,” he said, his other hand guiding the butterfly vibrator inside her before flicking it to its lowest setting.

It was the weekend, he’d been away from her all week on a work trip and he had every intention to stretch out and savor their first night together.

He grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands back, securing them once more with the cuffs they’d brought from his office.

With a final kiss to her red bum, he pulled away, humming quietly as he moved around the room undressing, the tune punctuated by occasional moans from his trussed-up wife as the vibrator worked away on her clit, building her up to another orgasm.

She turned to look at him as he climbed onto the bed, her eyes lidded, ruby lips parted in a moan.

He settled above her, one leg on either side of her body before grabbing her ponytail and using it to pull her up to his crotch.

It took a second, but she got what he was trying to do and she turned, kissing the head of his already erect and rather impressive cock.

She took the grunt of satisfaction as approval of her actions and she continued, wrapping her lips around the shaft and allowing him to push her down on it.

Eight years of marriage and only recently had she managed to start taking his entire length without gagging.

A year for an inch, she thought, giggling internally, before moaning around the shaft as the vibrator hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

Bound and trussed, every hole stuffed and in the arms of her dominant. If there was a heaven, Ginny decided, this was her idea of it.

She closed her eyes and let her instincts and her dominant guide her, trying to relax her jaw and not panic as he hit the back of her throat.

He pushed her down till her nose was buried in his crotch, holding her there, cutting off her air as he picked up his wand from the nightstand and lazily flicked it, switching the vibrator to its highest setting.

He was rewarded by a surprised moan, the girl writhing and instinctively trying to pull away from his cock, only to be held in place by a strong hand.

He ignored his own urges to fuck her face as she drooled and moaned around his shaft, her muffled sounds growing louder with every passing second as yet another orgasm ripped through the overstimulated girl.

She spluttered, moaning desperately as he pulled her limp body away from his crotch to let her breathe, allowing her only one quick gasp of breath before she was pushed back down his cock. The exhausted girl sloppily sucked and licked around his shaft as he bobbed her up and down on it using her hair.

He was already close, a week of no sex, and the unfinished quickie that morning had done no favors for his endurance. He leaned back against a pillow, his quiet grunts only spurring the girl on to suck harder, desperate to return the pleasures he had so graciously granted her.

Yet he held on, knowing the vibrator would get the girl to cum within minutes, wishing to finish the night on a high together.

His other hand traveled down, both now moving to grab her head and relentlessly pushing the girl up and down on his shaft, her drool and his precum now flying around, coating her face.

Her fiery hair had been pulled free of the ponytail, hanging like curtains on either side of her face as she gagged on his cock, her ever louder moans and gasps for air filling the room.

He finally pushed her down on his cock when he could no longer hold on, the moan heralding her own orgasm muffled as he came inside her mouth.

She gagged as he filled her, his seed leaking out from the corners of her mouth as she desperately tried to swallow it all. He pulled away, dumping the last few loads of his seed on her freckled face and in her hair, leaving the girl, in every definition of the word, a mess.

She had no energy to move, mewling softly as the vibrator continued to assault her clit throughout both their orgasms, laying next to him with a dazed look on her cum covered face.

If she could speak, or even think coherently, she’d have declared it the perfect end to the day.

But all she could do was grunt softly as Harry got up with a sigh, gently pulling the vibrator away from her overstimulated clit.

“You’re a vision,” he whispered, kissing her cunt before pulling away, looking at his wife.

Her face was a mess, coated as it was with her drool and his cum, some of which had found its way into her hair. Her ass was as red as her hair, her thighs gleaming with her arousal.

“What’d you like more? My face or my ass?” she asked with a tired chuckle, leaning into his bare chest when he picked her up once more.

“Can I pick both?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she teased, licking the cum off her lips. She leaned into his chest, closing her eyes and letting him carry her to the bathroom for a much-needed soak and some cuddles.

Be good to get dirtier before I get clean, she mused. After all, she had started the night with thoughts of being bent over and getting railed, and she wasn’t about to finish it without that happening.

“Daddy?”

“Hmm?”

“You ever hear of a little thing called shower sex?”